snickergeek
Witness
Author: Snickergeek
Title: That girl is a cowboy
Pairing: H/OC
Disclaimer: The title and lines of the song „that girl
is a cowboy“ belong to Mr. Garth Brooks and his publisher, manager and record label.Horatio Caine belongs to CBS; Alliance Atlantis and the Jerry Bruckheimer Productions.
Lily Rose Melodie Armstrong belongs to my sister – even though she hadn’t been named by her name.
Spoilers:„That girl is a cowboy“ by Garth Brooks – and I just wanted to write an Englisch HL fic.
Summary: Looking back…
Language: English
Author’s note: Thanks to Mara who had to wait for so long until I reacted on msn because I was so busy writing these lines. My first English fic, remember, I’m just a German.
Feedback: Always welcome – let me know what you think
„Sometimes the best cowboys,
ain’t cowboys at all.“ – Garth Brooks – „That girl is a cowboy – The lost sessions – 2006/’07“
Prologue:
Sometimes it takes only one look into each other’s eyes and you know he/she is the one you have been longing for,
you have been looking for,
you have been waiting for.
Just like that one…
Looking back to the day they met, back to the day it started, back to the day she stepped into his life and turned it upside down… he’s looking back to the day – for the very first time in his life – he recognized there was so much more than just work. Than just the CSI, than just trying to make other people see. See what they couldn’t see. See what they didn’t want to see. See what they’d never see.
The truth. The truth about being loved. The truth about losing faith. The truth about losing shades.
Sometimes, when they looked up at him, when they thanked him, when he looked down at them, he saw it, the cheer, the sadness, the joy, but what no one could ever see was the pain in his eyes.
No one could ever see what really bothered him, because no one ever seemed to care. No one, except her.
Except the one he met, the one he loved, the one he lost.
Looking back to the day they met, back to the day his life had started and back to the day it all began, he was looking back to a time of joy, a time of sadness, a time of feelings.
Feelings he never saw, he never showed and he never knew he had – before.
Before he met her, before he kissed her, before he lost her.
When she closed her eyes, lying gently in his arms – his arms of love as she said, whispering his name and passing away – he wanted to close his eyes. Close his eyes forever. Forever to be with her, go with her, stay with her.
Looking back to the day she died, he was looking back to the day that should have been the happiest day of their lifes. That should have been, but never became. Because when he looked back, all he could see, all he could remember and all he could think of was the day when she closed her eyes. When she closed her eyes forever. When she sighed „I love you“ and the day when she passed.
The tears he cried, the days that passed and the memories he had – nearly uncountable.
But why count? Why count something you did in sadness? Why count what didn’t bring life back to him. Her back to him. Back where she belonged?
Someone up there had big plans, they said. Someone up there must have hated him. Hated him enough to take away everything he loved, everything he had, everything he wanted and everything he needed. Big plans. Big plans for what? How to ruin his life? How to ruin the life he never had before?
With the soft winds that stroke his hair and the smooth summersun that touched his nosetip he walked down the fields.
One year. One shot. One sound. One loss.
But he kept on walking. Like every day. Every day of every month the past year. He walked. Walked on straight. Not knowing where he went, where he’d go and where he’d come from.
All he knew was he had her, he hold her, he loved her, he missed her.
Everytime he saw the pain in people’s faces, he saw the tears, the sadness and everytime he told them how sorry he was for their loss, he thought about what he was so lucky to have. Coming home and seeing that big smile, feeling these arms embrace him and that heartbeating that showed him home was where she was.
Right now, home was nowhere. Nowhere, because that’s where she was. Nowhere. Nowhere really, burried six feet under the ground.
He told people someone up there had big plans for the ones they loved, for the ones they lost, for the one they needed. But to be honest, everytime he said these words eversince he met her, he couldn’t find a word to describe how happy he was having her, holding her, loving her. Back then.
Now when he looked back at the day they met, they day he fell in love with her, the day he knew she was it, he looked back at the day when he was headin’ to the country. When he did what they told him to get some fresh air on his head. He was looking back to that country. To the countryside he went to every week, every week, the same day, the same time, the same place. For the same reason.
Her.
Now looking back one year after this place, this big field, in the midst of Georgia, the midst of nowhere, the midst of the forest split up his heart – he was looking back to the day it began, when he reached the ranch, sattled up his horse and saw her smile, heared her laugh and heared her say:
Sometimes the best cowboys,
ain’t cowboys at all.
Then he was looking back to the day, when he knew...
That girl is a cowboy…
Title: That girl is a cowboy
Pairing: H/OC
Disclaimer: The title and lines of the song „that girl
is a cowboy“ belong to Mr. Garth Brooks and his publisher, manager and record label.Horatio Caine belongs to CBS; Alliance Atlantis and the Jerry Bruckheimer Productions.
Lily Rose Melodie Armstrong belongs to my sister – even though she hadn’t been named by her name.
Spoilers:„That girl is a cowboy“ by Garth Brooks – and I just wanted to write an Englisch HL fic.
Summary: Looking back…
Language: English
Author’s note: Thanks to Mara who had to wait for so long until I reacted on msn because I was so busy writing these lines. My first English fic, remember, I’m just a German.
Feedback: Always welcome – let me know what you think
„Sometimes the best cowboys,
ain’t cowboys at all.“ – Garth Brooks – „That girl is a cowboy – The lost sessions – 2006/’07“
Prologue:
Sometimes it takes only one look into each other’s eyes and you know he/she is the one you have been longing for,
you have been looking for,
you have been waiting for.
Just like that one…
Looking back to the day they met, back to the day it started, back to the day she stepped into his life and turned it upside down… he’s looking back to the day – for the very first time in his life – he recognized there was so much more than just work. Than just the CSI, than just trying to make other people see. See what they couldn’t see. See what they didn’t want to see. See what they’d never see.
The truth. The truth about being loved. The truth about losing faith. The truth about losing shades.
Sometimes, when they looked up at him, when they thanked him, when he looked down at them, he saw it, the cheer, the sadness, the joy, but what no one could ever see was the pain in his eyes.
No one could ever see what really bothered him, because no one ever seemed to care. No one, except her.
Except the one he met, the one he loved, the one he lost.
Looking back to the day they met, back to the day his life had started and back to the day it all began, he was looking back to a time of joy, a time of sadness, a time of feelings.
Feelings he never saw, he never showed and he never knew he had – before.
Before he met her, before he kissed her, before he lost her.
When she closed her eyes, lying gently in his arms – his arms of love as she said, whispering his name and passing away – he wanted to close his eyes. Close his eyes forever. Forever to be with her, go with her, stay with her.
Looking back to the day she died, he was looking back to the day that should have been the happiest day of their lifes. That should have been, but never became. Because when he looked back, all he could see, all he could remember and all he could think of was the day when she closed her eyes. When she closed her eyes forever. When she sighed „I love you“ and the day when she passed.
The tears he cried, the days that passed and the memories he had – nearly uncountable.
But why count? Why count something you did in sadness? Why count what didn’t bring life back to him. Her back to him. Back where she belonged?
Someone up there had big plans, they said. Someone up there must have hated him. Hated him enough to take away everything he loved, everything he had, everything he wanted and everything he needed. Big plans. Big plans for what? How to ruin his life? How to ruin the life he never had before?
With the soft winds that stroke his hair and the smooth summersun that touched his nosetip he walked down the fields.
One year. One shot. One sound. One loss.
But he kept on walking. Like every day. Every day of every month the past year. He walked. Walked on straight. Not knowing where he went, where he’d go and where he’d come from.
All he knew was he had her, he hold her, he loved her, he missed her.
Everytime he saw the pain in people’s faces, he saw the tears, the sadness and everytime he told them how sorry he was for their loss, he thought about what he was so lucky to have. Coming home and seeing that big smile, feeling these arms embrace him and that heartbeating that showed him home was where she was.
Right now, home was nowhere. Nowhere, because that’s where she was. Nowhere. Nowhere really, burried six feet under the ground.
He told people someone up there had big plans for the ones they loved, for the ones they lost, for the one they needed. But to be honest, everytime he said these words eversince he met her, he couldn’t find a word to describe how happy he was having her, holding her, loving her. Back then.
Now when he looked back at the day they met, they day he fell in love with her, the day he knew she was it, he looked back at the day when he was headin’ to the country. When he did what they told him to get some fresh air on his head. He was looking back to that country. To the countryside he went to every week, every week, the same day, the same time, the same place. For the same reason.
Her.
Now looking back one year after this place, this big field, in the midst of Georgia, the midst of nowhere, the midst of the forest split up his heart – he was looking back to the day it began, when he reached the ranch, sattled up his horse and saw her smile, heared her laugh and heared her say:
Sometimes the best cowboys,
ain’t cowboys at all.
Then he was looking back to the day, when he knew...
That girl is a cowboy…